Memphis World
Memphis World Publishing Co.
1952-11-28
James H. Purdy, Jr.

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Unions And Negro Employment

A survey made by the St. Louis Post-Dispatch on the Negro's
economic status in America pretty well parallels the report of a
Senate Labor Subcommittee. The findings in both cases indicated
that the Negro's lot has improved greatly in recent years, but
that there is still a considerable gap between his position and
the white worker's.
In large measure, as the Post-Dispatch points out, the Negro's
rise in industry has been hampered by the prejudicial attitude
of labor unions. Although great strides have been made by the
CIO and AFL in breaking down this internal barrier, the Negro
still faces more or less formidable prejudices on the part of labor
as well as management.
It should be pointed out in this connection that often an
employer — this is particularly true in the South — is "prejudiced"
against the Negro because of the prejudice of his white employes.
The plant manager may know that a prospective Negro
worker is well qualified. He may be anxious to hire the Negro.
But he fears the harmonious operation of his plant will be disrupted 
because of the attitude of some of the white workers. His
reason for not hiring the Negro may not be so much a personal
prejudice as it is the knowledge that it's bad business for him.
It's hard to tell a man charged with duty of keeping expenses
to a minimum and efficiency at a maximum that he should be a
crusader — hire the Negro even though it costs the company
money.
Now that unions have taken the initiative in eliminating
these attitudes by educational programs, management's prejudice 
should be proportionately reduced.
As late as 1945, according to the Post-Dispatch, some 30
unions consistently practiced discrimination by constitutional provisions 
in their union charters; or by tacitly agreeing to keep Negroes 
out; or by forcing the Negro into segregated auxiliary locals,
In most cases the constitutional provisions have been eliminated, 
but unions in many cases still inhibit the Negro by tacit
agreements or by control of apprenticeships, particularly in the
craft unions.
Even the railroad operating unions, the traditional nucleus
of resistance to Negro membership, has shown signs of relaxing
their restrictions, although their rolls remain virtually closed to
Negroes, the Post-Dispatch says.
In The Negro in The United States by E. Franklin Frazier, Negro 
professor of sociology at Howard University, the CIO's fight
against discrimination in its membership is noted:
In the South the most important movement toward the integration 
of Negro workers into industry has been the drive of the
CIO which got under way at the beginning of 1946. The CIO has
maintained the principle of nonsegregated local unions
This policy has been adopted on the basis of past experience
which showed that separate local unions established vested interests 
among Negro as well as white workers. In connection with
the union drive there is an educational campaign designed to
reduce racial prejudice and discrimination. The drive of the CIO
has been successful, especially, in textiles, lumber, and food processing 
Moreover there is greater acceptance of the idea
of upgrading Negro workers as well as of equal pay
Thus it is obvious that it is not always management who is
responsible for "holding the Negro down," as the general belief
goes. The educational programs of unions will accomplish from
within what no force legislation could ever do.

BRIEF COMMENTS
A balanced life includes work, recreation, meditation and
study.
Not everything branded as socialistic is socialistic, or necessarily 
evil.

Poetic Musing
By MRS.
CORINNE
ELIZABETH
ROWAN

IS THANKSGIVING
By MRS.
CORINNE
ELIZABETH
ROWAN

Fireside Chats
By
Mayor Thornton
Let us stay close to God in order
that we may be close to our bretheren 
and improve friendship in
our neighborhood and in our com
munity.
I remember when I was a child
there was a man named Senator
Fouricker. He took up the Negro's
cause and he fought for the rights
of the Negro. When he died they
could hardly find enough men of
his race to be pallbearers.
When we find people who will
take up our cause we must show
our appreciation for they will be
criticized by some of their own
race for assisting us.
When ever any race go out to
help us we must go all put in interest 
of them because we are a
race that's being looked upon different 
from any other race.
We have a number of men of
different races in our city who
will do anything that they can to
help our race.
Why not find an opportunity to
say something good about them
and encourage their kindness to us
We've got to get bury if we expect
to make a change. Like automobile
sales company's donated six cars
to Orange Mound Nursery for the
parade in Nursery Bowl game celebration. 

Others made donations from
$50 to $100 dollars for our Nursery.
We must find someway to show
our appreciation.
Signed M. Thornton.

MEALTIME MELODIES
BY GRACE WATSON
Last week we read that king
turkey had won on the Thanksgiving 
menu by a landslide vote.
Could it be true that now, the day
after Thanksgiving we hear yells of
impeachment? The homemaker with
foresight is quite prepared for this
protest with a collection of recipes
that bring leftovers back to the
table in clever disguises.
Our foresighted homemaker knows
that the old proverb, "a penny saved 
is a penny earned" applies to
food as well as to money. She knows
that preventing any food waste is
the best known way of stretching the
food dollar.
For example, on
Saturday afternoon, 
we may see
our smart lady
serving her family
turkey croquettes
on Sunday morning, 
they may be
breakfasting leisurely 
on turkey
hash. There are
many very tempting 
ways that a
resourceful home maker can find
for using left over turkey But what
about the cranberry sauce that
usually stays in the refrigerator
week in and week out?
You may call me resourceful because 
I've found a recipe for using 
that leftover cranberry sauce
that is sure to delight you In fact,
after serving this dessert once
you'll find yourselft not waiting to

acquire more leftover cranberry
sauce, but buying the sauce so that
you can make more Cranberry Bavarian 
Cream. And why not-cranberries 
arc listed as plentiful.
Here is a menu that is designed
to disguise your Thanksgiving left
overs and brings the leftover cranberry 
sauce into the role of star
performer.

Baked Potato with Grated Cheese
Lettuce Wedge with French dressing 

Toasted Rolls
Butter
Milk - Coffee
1 envelope Knox Gelatin
2 cups cranberry sauce (or one
can)
1 Tablespoon lemon juice
2 Eggs Whites
1-4 cup cold water
1-4 cup sugar or 1-2 cup light corn
syrup
1-8 Teaspoon salt
1 cup heavy cream, whipped
Soften gelatin in cold water and
dissolve over hot water. Crush
cranberry sauce and combine with
sugar and lemon Juice. Add gelatin
and stir well. Whip egg whites and
salt. Fold into cranberry mixture.
Fold in whipped cream. Turn into
individual molds that have been
rinsed in cold water. You may use
one large mold if you prefer. Chill.
When firm, unmold onto dessert
dishes Serves 6'to 8.

TURKEY PIE
BY GRACE WATSON
Last week we read that king
turkey had won on the Thanksgiving 
menu by a landslide vote.
Could it be true that now, the day
after Thanksgiving we hear yells of
impeachment? The homemaker with
foresight is quite prepared for this
protest with a collection of recipes
that bring leftovers back to the
table in clever disguises.
Our foresighted homemaker knows
that the old proverb, "a penny saved 
is a penny earned" applies to
food as well as to money. She knows
that preventing any food waste is
the best known way of stretching the
food dollar.
For example, on
Saturday afternoon, 
we may see
our smart lady
serving her family
turkey croquettes
on Sunday morning, 
they may be
breakfasting leisurely 
on turkey
hash. There are
many very tempting 
ways that a
resourceful home maker can find
for using left over turkey But what
about the cranberry sauce that
usually stays in the refrigerator
week in and week out?
You may call me resourceful because 
I've found a recipe for using 
that leftover cranberry sauce
that is sure to delight you In fact,
after serving this dessert once
you'll find yourselft not waiting to

acquire more leftover cranberry
sauce, but buying the sauce so that
you can make more Cranberry Bavarian 
Cream. And why not-cranberries 
arc listed as plentiful.
Here is a menu that is designed
to disguise your Thanksgiving left
overs and brings the leftover cranberry 
sauce into the role of star
performer.

Baked Potato with Grated Cheese
Lettuce Wedge with French dressing 

Toasted Rolls
Butter
Milk - Coffee
1 envelope Knox Gelatin
2 cups cranberry sauce (or one
can)
1 Tablespoon lemon juice
2 Eggs Whites
1-4 cup cold water
1-4 cup sugar or 1-2 cup light corn
syrup
1-8 Teaspoon salt
1 cup heavy cream, whipped
Soften gelatin in cold water and
dissolve over hot water. Crush
cranberry sauce and combine with
sugar and lemon Juice. Add gelatin
and stir well. Whip egg whites and
salt. Fold into cranberry mixture.
Fold in whipped cream. Turn into
individual molds that have been
rinsed in cold water. You may use
one large mold if you prefer. Chill.
When firm, unmold onto dessert
dishes Serves 6'to 8.

CRANBERRY RAVARIAN
CREAM
BY GRACE WATSON
Last week we read that king
turkey had won on the Thanksgiving 
menu by a landslide vote.
Could it be true that now, the day
after Thanksgiving we hear yells of
impeachment? The homemaker with
foresight is quite prepared for this
protest with a collection of recipes
that bring leftovers back to the
table in clever disguises.
Our foresighted homemaker knows
that the old proverb, "a penny saved 
is a penny earned" applies to
food as well as to money. She knows
that preventing any food waste is
the best known way of stretching the
food dollar.
For example, on
Saturday afternoon, 
we may see
our smart lady
serving her family
turkey croquettes
on Sunday morning, 
they may be
breakfasting leisurely 
on turkey
hash. There are
many very tempting 
ways that a
resourceful home maker can find
for using left over turkey But what
about the cranberry sauce that
usually stays in the refrigerator
week in and week out?
You may call me resourceful because 
I've found a recipe for using 
that leftover cranberry sauce
that is sure to delight you In fact,
after serving this dessert once
you'll find yourselft not waiting to

acquire more leftover cranberry
sauce, but buying the sauce so that
you can make more Cranberry Bavarian 
Cream. And why not-cranberries 
arc listed as plentiful.
Here is a menu that is designed
to disguise your Thanksgiving left
overs and brings the leftover cranberry 
sauce into the role of star
performer.

Baked Potato with Grated Cheese
Lettuce Wedge with French dressing 

Toasted Rolls
Butter
Milk - Coffee
1 envelope Knox Gelatin
2 cups cranberry sauce (or one
can)
1 Tablespoon lemon juice
2 Eggs Whites
1-4 cup cold water
1-4 cup sugar or 1-2 cup light corn
syrup
1-8 Teaspoon salt
1 cup heavy cream, whipped
Soften gelatin in cold water and
dissolve over hot water. Crush
cranberry sauce and combine with
sugar and lemon Juice. Add gelatin
and stir well. Whip egg whites and
salt. Fold into cranberry mixture.
Fold in whipped cream. Turn into
individual molds that have been
rinsed in cold water. You may use
one large mold if you prefer. Chill.
When firm, unmold onto dessert
dishes Serves 6'to 8.

HEALTH
THE
WORLD
FORUM

By DR. A. E. HORNE
In most instances the habit of
thumb sucking is established during 
the first few weeks or month
of the infant's life. It probably
starts when the thumb accideritly
touches the lips in the course of
rotating moments the infant makes
The habit occasionally arises as a
result of discomfort from hunger.
colic or overfeeding and rarely dur
ing teething when he rubs his gums
with his fingers.
Other movements with the other
hand such as pulling the ear, rubbing 
the head, pulling out the hair
and rubbing the face with a bit f
fur, often go with thumb sucking
and these may persist after the
sucking has stopped.
Thumb-sucking usually disappears 
spontanteously at 5 or 6 years
or earlier but it may persist longer, 
occasionally into adult life. It
is indulged in when the child is
fatigue, sleepy, bored or unhappy
and is evidence df an unstimulating 
or otherwise unsatisfactory en
vironment. There may be too littie 
playtime, too little attention
from adults, inadequate outlets for
the child's developing neds for self
expression or there may be improper 
parental attitudes.
Thumb-sucking is a useless activity. 
A considerable amount of
time and energy is deflected into a
channel from which nothing is
learned If the child is aware that
the habit is bad it may seclude it
self which interfere with social
development. Shaming and nagging 
only intensify his sense of
guilt and feeling of inferiority.
Thumb-sucking does not deform
the palate. The teeth are occsionally 
displaced but they ordinarily
return to their original position
when sucking ceases. Since the

habit usually disappears before the
sixth year it only rarely affects
the permanent teeth. The thumb
maybe disfigured but this is not
permanent, Thumb-sucking does
not predispose to stomatitis or
gastro-intestinal disturbances nor
does it lead to masturbation later
on.
The parent is to be reassured
that the habit, though unaesthetic,
is harmless and is unrelated to
masturbation. There need be no
fear of palatal or dental deformities 
Shaming, scolding, nagging
should be avoided. In most instances, 
where there has been con
siderable disclussion about the
sucking, simply avoiding the subject 
will help greatly. When the
thumb is sucked only at bed-time,
the symptom is best disregarded.
In the young infant the sucking
time during feeding may be Prolonged 
by using a "slower" nipple
but this is rarely successful. At the
Very beginning of the habit the
use of a sleeping bag which confines 
the infant's hand is consider
ed effectively by some but restraining 
devices such as aluminum 
mittens, etc. are never successful 
after three months of age
and are contraindicated. They not
only interfere with motor devlopment 
but they direct the child's
attention to the symptom, enhance
its importance, lead him to use it
to curry attention or as a spitemechanism. 
Attention should be
given to the psychologic needs of
the infant. He should be held close
to the mother (or nurse) during
feeding. He should be picked up
from time to time during waking
moments and played With.
Dr. Home will answer questions
relating to health and hygiene in
this column and by mail. He will

not diagnose or prescribe for individuals. 
Enclose stamped, self addess 
envelope to:
A. E, Home, M. D.
The World Health Forum
Scott News Syndicate
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee

THUMB SUCKING

By DR. A. E. HORNE
In most instances the habit of
thumb sucking is established during 
the first few weeks or month
of the infant's life. It probably
starts when the thumb accideritly
touches the lips in the course of
rotating moments the infant makes
The habit occasionally arises as a
result of discomfort from hunger.
colic or overfeeding and rarely dur
ing teething when he rubs his gums
with his fingers.
Other movements with the other
hand such as pulling the ear, rubbing 
the head, pulling out the hair
and rubbing the face with a bit f
fur, often go with thumb sucking
and these may persist after the
sucking has stopped.
Thumb-sucking usually disappears 
spontanteously at 5 or 6 years
or earlier but it may persist longer, 
occasionally into adult life. It
is indulged in when the child is
fatigue, sleepy, bored or unhappy
and is evidence df an unstimulating 
or otherwise unsatisfactory en
vironment. There may be too littie 
playtime, too little attention
from adults, inadequate outlets for
the child's developing neds for self
expression or there may be improper 
parental attitudes.
Thumb-sucking is a useless activity. 
A considerable amount of
time and energy is deflected into a
channel from which nothing is
learned If the child is aware that
the habit is bad it may seclude it
self which interfere with social
development. Shaming and nagging 
only intensify his sense of
guilt and feeling of inferiority.
Thumb-sucking does not deform
the palate. The teeth are occsionally 
displaced but they ordinarily
return to their original position
when sucking ceases. Since the

habit usually disappears before the
sixth year it only rarely affects
the permanent teeth. The thumb
maybe disfigured but this is not
permanent, Thumb-sucking does
not predispose to stomatitis or
gastro-intestinal disturbances nor
does it lead to masturbation later
on.
The parent is to be reassured
that the habit, though unaesthetic,
is harmless and is unrelated to
masturbation. There need be no
fear of palatal or dental deformities 
Shaming, scolding, nagging
should be avoided. In most instances, 
where there has been con
siderable disclussion about the
sucking, simply avoiding the subject 
will help greatly. When the
thumb is sucked only at bed-time,
the symptom is best disregarded.
In the young infant the sucking
time during feeding may be Prolonged 
by using a "slower" nipple
but this is rarely successful. At the
Very beginning of the habit the
use of a sleeping bag which confines 
the infant's hand is consider
ed effectively by some but restraining 
devices such as aluminum 
mittens, etc. are never successful 
after three months of age
and are contraindicated. They not
only interfere with motor devlopment 
but they direct the child's
attention to the symptom, enhance
its importance, lead him to use it
to curry attention or as a spitemechanism. 
Attention should be
given to the psychologic needs of
the infant. He should be held close
to the mother (or nurse) during
feeding. He should be picked up
from time to time during waking
moments and played With.
Dr. Home will answer questions
relating to health and hygiene in
this column and by mail. He will

not diagnose or prescribe for individuals. 
Enclose stamped, self addess 
envelope to:
A. E, Home, M. D.
The World Health Forum
Scott News Syndicate
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee


by
ELSIE MACK
Copyright 19, by E Mack. Distributed by King Features Syndicate
THEY hadn't gone far before
Jeremy abruptly discovered that
he was making all the overtures at
talk, and that he wasn't making
much headway. All he got from
the older man was a grunt here, a
dubious nod or headshake there.
Jeremy was puzzled. He thought,
I shouldn't have to work this hard
to make conversation with an old
friend. Yet that was exactly what
he was doing. Talking against a
wall which he finally and reluctantly 
admitted as hostility.
But why? A month ago he'd sat
in on a bridge game at the club,
with Ephraim Henry a jovial partner. 
A month ago he hadn't had
to strain like this. What had happened? 
Why this sudden brusqueness? 

Jeremy felt balked. He had never
deliberately solicited Ephraim
Henry's friendship for the eventual
advantages it might involve, although 
he'd have been foolish not
to be conscious of them. Jeremy
despised the sort of toadying he'd
seen in some of his colleagues,
who'd use anything, even friendship, 
as a means of stepping into
Andrew Carlton's place when he
retired at the end of the month.
Ephraim Henry, as chairman of
the board, had influence. No doubt
of that. But Jeremy, much as he'd
like to be chief of staff, had not
sued for special favors through
friendship. He'd always admired
Henry as a man, in much the same
way as he admired his father, and
for the same qualities Sam Ireland
possessed, straightforwardness,
courage, integrity.
What was wrong today between
them?
Jeremy let Ephraim out at the
big, solid brick house on one of the
older residential streets. Ephraim
said, too politely, "Thanks very
much, Jeremy," and Jeremy drove
off thoughtfully.
It came on him suddenly that
Ephraim's coolness, just now, was
representative of the entire board's
attitude towards him lately. He
mentally checked over the individual 
members. Warrens, a dairychain 
owner who had recently
established a foundation for cancer 
research. Warrens had always
been friendly enough, although at
their last encounter at Lodge
Jeremy's frown deepened. Warrens 
hadn't been exactly unfriendly, 
nor friendly, either Jeremy
had thought at the time, indulgently: 
Too much dinner, touch of indigestion. 
He questioned that, now,
as he warily investigated his last
contact with Simon Urquhart, another 
of the board members. Urquhart 
had been like Warrens, withdrawn, 
uncommunicative. And Bill
Middleton, and Lawrence Collins.
Jeremy felt something tighten

and go hard in the pit of his stomach. 

Six weeks ago, a rumor had
started that Andrew Carlton was
planning retirement. Jeremy, like
most of the men on General's staff,
had immediately begun tentative
speculation as to who would be his
successor.
The rumor spread, was confirmed 
as valid, and Jeremy caught
random whiffs of gossip from
orderlies and nurses and doctors,
from diet kitchens, labs, operating
rooms. Gossip traveled through a
hospital, Jeremy often said, faster
than over the wires of a rural
party line.
Before long he couldn't help
knowing that his name was oftenest 
mentioned as Carlton's probable 
successor. Jeremy was young
for the position, but he already had
established a reputation for brilliance 
in the operating room.
Elation had plunged through him
at the first notion that he might
be appointed chief. Several of the
staff men, his close friends, considered 
the issue settled, and it was
an indication of Jeremy's general
popularity that there seemed no
resentment among them.
Gradually, elation had cooled to
a fine, warm, steady glow. He'd
worked hard at General. Nance
hadn't been far wrong when she
said the hospital was his life.
Nance . . . Jeremy braked at a
red light, skidded on ice, and
changing gears thought for a moment 
of Nance. She would be proud
if he were appointed chief. Or
would she? Would she care now,
one way or the other?
A qualm still gripped him at remembrance 
of his treatment of
Nance. She'd have been justified
in despising him. She had hadn't
though. She had been—he recalled
the painful interview during his
mother's illness, right after his
marriage—she'd been the first to
concede that marriage without love
was handicapped from the start.
"There are too many hazards,"
Nance had said, "without that. You
love Eve, Jeremy. It would have
been wrong to marry me, loving
her. Don't you see?"
Odd, that Nance was the one to
do the white-washing and make
the allowances. Nance, who'd been
hurt, administering absolution for
a guilty conscience . . . He clashed
gears changing them and moved
forward with the green light. Yes,
Nance would be proud if he got
the appointment. If . . . He jerked
back to the immediacy of diagnosing 
Ephraim Henry's coolness.
At another red light he turned
right, although his house was to
the left. To the right was Carver
street, and Jeremy wanted suddenly 
to talk this thing over with his
parents. Not with Eve. Already

he'd discovered that his profession
did not matter a jot to Eve. His
work concerned her only in so far
as it put her social calendar out of
joint. She couldn't accept emergencies 
as part of the day's work,
To Eve they were only a nuisance.
There weren't so many emergencies 
lately, come to think of it. The
thing seemed to go in cycles.
There'd be weeks at a time with
half the emergency wards empty.
Then, for no apparent reason, an
avalanche of injuries that kept him
going day and night. This, he decided, 
seemed one of the off times.
Although this ice storm would fill
up the wards.
He frowned, suddenly, remembering 
Eve's bland, "Doctor Ireland 
is not at home," the other
evening. Was she in the habit of
doing that? She'd said not They'd
quarreled violently over it, and
then Eve, boneless and pliant and
perfumed, had crept contritely into
his arms and tearfully promised
not to tell anyone over the telephone 
that he wasn't in when he
was.
She'd been darned sweet, lie
thought, and smiled to himself,
ruefully. So many of their quarrels
ended on that note. He and Eve
never solved anything.
His father's old car was in the
driveway, and Jeremy parked behind 
it. A wave of nostalgia went
over him, seeing the two cars
bumper to bumper like that in the
drive. There'd been no bedlam of
emotions for him in this house. No
seesawing between logic and passion, 
no bonfires of violence snuffed
out temporarily with a kiss.
The front door was unlocked,
and he went in.
"Jeremy!" Eleanor's face came
alive with pleasure, and Sam, setting 
his newspaper aside, said, "Hi,
son," in a boom of welcome.
"This is nice," Eleanor said.
"Have you come for dinner? I'm
sure Hattie can stretch the chops.
Isn't Eve with you?"
"No, I came straight from the
hospital And I won't stay for dinner, 
this time. Although I'll have
a Scotch and soda with you, Dad."
Eleanor had sherry. She lifted
her glass, clicked rims with Jeremy. 
"Happy birthday," she said,
and laughed at his look of surprise. 
"You've forgotten again.
You always did, after your eighteenth, 
unless I reminded you."
A birthday cake, always, with
thick swirls of Hattie's frosting,
and candles. Jeremy had another
thrust of nostalgia. He swallowed
his drink quickly. He'd thought he
might talk over with them the
business of Ephraim's coolness, but
he knew now that he wasn't going
to spoil this spontaneous celebration 
for them.


CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
by
ELSIE MACK
Copyright 19, by E Mack. Distributed by King Features Syndicate
THEY hadn't gone far before
Jeremy abruptly discovered that
he was making all the overtures at
talk, and that he wasn't making
much headway. All he got from
the older man was a grunt here, a
dubious nod or headshake there.
Jeremy was puzzled. He thought,
I shouldn't have to work this hard
to make conversation with an old
friend. Yet that was exactly what
he was doing. Talking against a
wall which he finally and reluctantly 
admitted as hostility.
But why? A month ago he'd sat
in on a bridge game at the club,
with Ephraim Henry a jovial partner. 
A month ago he hadn't had
to strain like this. What had happened? 
Why this sudden brusqueness? 

Jeremy felt balked. He had never
deliberately solicited Ephraim
Henry's friendship for the eventual
advantages it might involve, although 
he'd have been foolish not
to be conscious of them. Jeremy
despised the sort of toadying he'd
seen in some of his colleagues,
who'd use anything, even friendship, 
as a means of stepping into
Andrew Carlton's place when he
retired at the end of the month.
Ephraim Henry, as chairman of
the board, had influence. No doubt
of that. But Jeremy, much as he'd
like to be chief of staff, had not
sued for special favors through
friendship. He'd always admired
Henry as a man, in much the same
way as he admired his father, and
for the same qualities Sam Ireland
possessed, straightforwardness,
courage, integrity.
What was wrong today between
them?
Jeremy let Ephraim out at the
big, solid brick house on one of the
older residential streets. Ephraim
said, too politely, "Thanks very
much, Jeremy," and Jeremy drove
off thoughtfully.
It came on him suddenly that
Ephraim's coolness, just now, was
representative of the entire board's
attitude towards him lately. He
mentally checked over the individual 
members. Warrens, a dairychain 
owner who had recently
established a foundation for cancer 
research. Warrens had always
been friendly enough, although at
their last encounter at Lodge
Jeremy's frown deepened. Warrens 
hadn't been exactly unfriendly, 
nor friendly, either Jeremy
had thought at the time, indulgently: 
Too much dinner, touch of indigestion. 
He questioned that, now,
as he warily investigated his last
contact with Simon Urquhart, another 
of the board members. Urquhart 
had been like Warrens, withdrawn, 
uncommunicative. And Bill
Middleton, and Lawrence Collins.
Jeremy felt something tighten

and go hard in the pit of his stomach. 

Six weeks ago, a rumor had
started that Andrew Carlton was
planning retirement. Jeremy, like
most of the men on General's staff,
had immediately begun tentative
speculation as to who would be his
successor.
The rumor spread, was confirmed 
as valid, and Jeremy caught
random whiffs of gossip from
orderlies and nurses and doctors,
from diet kitchens, labs, operating
rooms. Gossip traveled through a
hospital, Jeremy often said, faster
than over the wires of a rural
party line.
Before long he couldn't help
knowing that his name was oftenest 
mentioned as Carlton's probable 
successor. Jeremy was young
for the position, but he already had
established a reputation for brilliance 
in the operating room.
Elation had plunged through him
at the first notion that he might
be appointed chief. Several of the
staff men, his close friends, considered 
the issue settled, and it was
an indication of Jeremy's general
popularity that there seemed no
resentment among them.
Gradually, elation had cooled to
a fine, warm, steady glow. He'd
worked hard at General. Nance
hadn't been far wrong when she
said the hospital was his life.
Nance . . . Jeremy braked at a
red light, skidded on ice, and
changing gears thought for a moment 
of Nance. She would be proud
if he were appointed chief. Or
would she? Would she care now,
one way or the other?
A qualm still gripped him at remembrance 
of his treatment of
Nance. She'd have been justified
in despising him. She had hadn't
though. She had been—he recalled
the painful interview during his
mother's illness, right after his
marriage—she'd been the first to
concede that marriage without love
was handicapped from the start.
"There are too many hazards,"
Nance had said, "without that. You
love Eve, Jeremy. It would have
been wrong to marry me, loving
her. Don't you see?"
Odd, that Nance was the one to
do the white-washing and make
the allowances. Nance, who'd been
hurt, administering absolution for
a guilty conscience . . . He clashed
gears changing them and moved
forward with the green light. Yes,
Nance would be proud if he got
the appointment. If . . . He jerked
back to the immediacy of diagnosing 
Ephraim Henry's coolness.
At another red light he turned
right, although his house was to
the left. To the right was Carver
street, and Jeremy wanted suddenly 
to talk this thing over with his
parents. Not with Eve. Already

he'd discovered that his profession
did not matter a jot to Eve. His
work concerned her only in so far
as it put her social calendar out of
joint. She couldn't accept emergencies 
as part of the day's work,
To Eve they were only a nuisance.
There weren't so many emergencies 
lately, come to think of it. The
thing seemed to go in cycles.
There'd be weeks at a time with
half the emergency wards empty.
Then, for no apparent reason, an
avalanche of injuries that kept him
going day and night. This, he decided, 
seemed one of the off times.
Although this ice storm would fill
up the wards.
He frowned, suddenly, remembering 
Eve's bland, "Doctor Ireland 
is not at home," the other
evening. Was she in the habit of
doing that? She'd said not They'd
quarreled violently over it, and
then Eve, boneless and pliant and
perfumed, had crept contritely into
his arms and tearfully promised
not to tell anyone over the telephone 
that he wasn't in when he
was.
She'd been darned sweet, lie
thought, and smiled to himself,
ruefully. So many of their quarrels
ended on that note. He and Eve
never solved anything.
His father's old car was in the
driveway, and Jeremy parked behind 
it. A wave of nostalgia went
over him, seeing the two cars
bumper to bumper like that in the
drive. There'd been no bedlam of
emotions for him in this house. No
seesawing between logic and passion, 
no bonfires of violence snuffed
out temporarily with a kiss.
The front door was unlocked,
and he went in.
"Jeremy!" Eleanor's face came
alive with pleasure, and Sam, setting 
his newspaper aside, said, "Hi,
son," in a boom of welcome.
"This is nice," Eleanor said.
"Have you come for dinner? I'm
sure Hattie can stretch the chops.
Isn't Eve with you?"
"No, I came straight from the
hospital And I won't stay for dinner, 
this time. Although I'll have
a Scotch and soda with you, Dad."
Eleanor had sherry. She lifted
her glass, clicked rims with Jeremy. 
"Happy birthday," she said,
and laughed at his look of surprise. 
"You've forgotten again.
You always did, after your eighteenth, 
unless I reminded you."
A birthday cake, always, with
thick swirls of Hattie's frosting,
and candles. Jeremy had another
thrust of nostalgia. He swallowed
his drink quickly. He'd thought he
might talk over with them the
business of Ephraim's coolness, but
he knew now that he wasn't going
to spoil this spontaneous celebration 
for them.


Sigmas To Hear

Less," the Fraternity is having as its
special speaker Dr. C. V, Troup,
President of Fort Valley State College, 
Fort Valley, Ga.
Sigma men from some 190 chapters 
will be converging on Richmond
where Conclave headquarters have
been set up at the new George
Washington Carver High School, 1110 
West Leigh Street, and at
Slaughter's Hotel.
National officers scheduled to be

in attendance will be Dr. F. J.
Brown, Richmond, President; Atty.
Joseph A. Bailey, New York City,
Vice President; Julius C. Simmons,
Va. Union University, Jr. Vicepresident; 
William E. Dear, Jr.,
Brooklyn, N. Y., Executive Secretary; 
Dr. R. A. Billings, Atlanta,
Ga, Treasurer; Dr. W. Sherman
Savage, Jefferson City, Mo., Historian; 
James A (Billboard) Jackson 
of New York, Commerical Counselor. 


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with interest."
Late yesterday afternoon, Eisenhower 
conferred with two men who
have been mentioned as candidates
for cabinet post-Eza Taft Benson of
Salt Lake City, and John Minor
Wisdom of New Orleans.

LETTERS TO THE


Mr. James H. Purdy, Jr.
Editor
Memphis World
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee.
Dear Mr. Purdy:
I was privileged and most pleased 
recently to read the article with
photographs in the November 18,
1952 issue of the "Memphis World"
of the activities of the Negro Red
Cross Gray Ladies here at Kennedy
Hospital.
These volunteers are rendering a
most valuable service to the bedfast 
patient group and we are deeply 
appreciative of your cooperation
in calling this matter to the attention 
of the public.
Sincerely yours.
Hugh L. Prather, M. D.
Manager.

VETERANS ADMINISTRATION

Mr. James H. Purdy, Jr.
Editor
Memphis World
164 Beale Avenue
Memphis, Tennessee.
Dear Mr. Purdy:
I was privileged and most pleased 
recently to read the article with
photographs in the November 18,
1952 issue of the "Memphis World"
of the activities of the Negro Red
Cross Gray Ladies here at Kennedy
Hospital.
These volunteers are rendering a
most valuable service to the bedfast 
patient group and we are deeply 
appreciative of your cooperation
in calling this matter to the attention 
of the public.
Sincerely yours.
Hugh L. Prather, M. D.
Manager.

CHOIR ROBES



1853 Faster Ph. 7-0918. J
MEMPHIS, TENN.

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Manassas Meets Carver In 14th Annual "Blues Bowl" Game
The Manassas Tigers Football
Team, City Prep League Champions, 
will meet the George Washington 
Carver High School eleven
of Tupelo, Miss., in the "Fourteenth 
Annual Blues Bow!" classic
at Melrose Stadium on Wednesday,
December 3. It was decided Monday 
night by the Elks Blues Bowl
Committee.
The Carver team is the champion 
of Mississippi Little Six and
they defeated Hamilton High
School eleven and the game played 
against Melrose ended in a 126 
victory for Melrose, but a contest
ed decision so far as the Carver
team was concerned.
S. L. Ratcliffe is the principal of
the Carver School while Clyde

Augusta is the coach of the eleven
The presentation of the "Blues
Bowl Classic" marks the fourteenth 
annual presentation and will
feature the "Father of the Blues"
W. C. Handy who will come direct
from New York city for the occasion. 

The Blues Bowl Games was
rounded by the well known Beale
Street personality, Lieut George
W. Lee, for the purpose of raising 
funds to help the needy at
Christmas time.
The Parade and Show during the
half will be the greatest ever presented 
to a Memphis audience before. 
Both schools marching teams
will partake in the show.

Annual Football Classic
To Bring Handy To City
The Manassas Tigers Football
Team, City Prep League Champions, 
will meet the George Washington 
Carver High School eleven
of Tupelo, Miss., in the "Fourteenth 
Annual Blues Bow!" classic
at Melrose Stadium on Wednesday,
December 3. It was decided Monday 
night by the Elks Blues Bowl
Committee.
The Carver team is the champion 
of Mississippi Little Six and
they defeated Hamilton High
School eleven and the game played 
against Melrose ended in a 126 
victory for Melrose, but a contest
ed decision so far as the Carver
team was concerned.
S. L. Ratcliffe is the principal of
the Carver School while Clyde

Augusta is the coach of the eleven
The presentation of the "Blues
Bowl Classic" marks the fourteenth 
annual presentation and will
feature the "Father of the Blues"
W. C. Handy who will come direct
from New York city for the occasion. 

The Blues Bowl Games was
rounded by the well known Beale
Street personality, Lieut George
W. Lee, for the purpose of raising 
funds to help the needy at
Christmas time.
The Parade and Show during the
half will be the greatest ever presented 
to a Memphis audience before. 
Both schools marching teams
will partake in the show.


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